The
title of this site comes from the following passage, as it
struck me as an interesting concept as well as a colourful
phrase when I came across it.
"The
techniques of autostimulation are extremely various.
Just as one can notice that stroking oneself in a certain way
can produce certain only partially and indirectly controllable
but definitely desirable effects (and one can then devote some
time and ingenuity to developing and exploring the techniques
for producing those desirable effects in oneself), so one can
also come to recognize that talking to oneself, making
pictures for oneself, singing to oneself, and so forth, are
practices that often have desirable effects. Some people
are better at these activities than others. Cognitive
autostimulation is an acquired and intimately personal
technique, with many different styles."
--Daniel
C. Dennett, Elbow Room
This
site doesn't have many visitors at the moment, but that will
hardly affect the content or frequency of posts herein.
I hope that doesn't bother you ... like it matters.
You may follow this link to add your own comment, but this is
what another "visitor" had to say
I
have been webmastering my own sites for several years now. (You
could say I've been the master of my own domain.) My
original home site entitled The
World Bri'ed Web is now in its seventh incarnation or
so. I write and record music, and use the site incessantly to
pitch the albums to all few of my visitors. I now invite you
to read my thoughts, rants, tidbits, musings, and brain-rains.*
May your stay be full of fruit.
*Brain-rain:
(n) Not as severe as a brain-storm, and hardly as vulgar as a
brain-fart, but somewhere safely in between.
September 24, 2004 I AM FANOLIN, A SELFISH ELF
Oh, look at that. You saps, you thought my next update would be the awaited Part Two to whatever the heck it was you thought I wanted to talk about. Well, not so.
I didn't necessarily lose interest in my discussion, but I've grown rather weary of mulling it over. I recently finally finished Godel, Escher, Bach by Hofstadter (by the way, Blogger won't let me use the 'o' with an umlaut [Alt-0246], so don't be thinking that I can't spell Godel's name) and a lot of what he had to say plays into my discussion. And then I made the mistake of starting my copy of Freedom Evolves by Dennett. I call it a mistake for a couple reasons: first, because it was difficult to fully understand his (intentional) stance until he laid it out quite clearly in Chapter 8 ... over two hundred pages into the thing(!); and second, because I agree with him completely and it just becomes a matter of defining terms, which is what I started getting at in my Part One. The reason I'm weary is because anything I could say on the matter would merely mimic the sentiments of these books, and I'm not ready to paraphrase.
In the meantime, I have a little story, unrelated, to divulge. What the hell is wrong with the world? You all are bastards and I hate you. I try to live in your world but you don't want me. Am I that odd? Am I odder than most people? Do I mean harm? The reason I'm currently bummed out and drinking a beer (a chilled Newcastle, thank you) is because on the rare occasions that I'm ever even inspired to ask these questions of rhetoric, I never get the chance to; at least not to the individuals who inspired in me the notion asking. You all suck ... you bedwetting Communists and pseudo-culture devotees of unenlightened time-wasting schlock, life-resource-consuming panty-wastes!
What, just because I have a ponytail, wear glasses, walk a little stiffly, grow a goatee, and have a big nose; that makes me obviously a Dungeons & Dragons playing dork? To set the record straight, I have played ONE game of role playing in my life, and hated it (and it wasn't even D&D, you butts).
Is this why I don't have a girlfriend? I'm going to cry myself to sleep now ... once I finish my beer, anyway.
I
have been webmastering my own sites for several years now. (You
could say I've been the master of my own domain.) My
original home site entitled 
September 24, 2004